Dreams

like the thread that a spider spins
have you caught me in a sticky web
and will you haunt me forever in my dreams

it was grey and wet the sound of trains people rushing everywhere the words came out in a high pitched squeak and we both knew my words were false yet full of a confirmation that was never going to happen, there was no way I would have let you push me in one of those things and so there was no future in these words

in my dream the memory came back yet how could I now say to someone else, in the front of the station in a glass room they are there you could bring one to me, it was only yesterday after all, the vision is clear we played ping pong side by side then not as we walked along why I do not know, you looked I looked at the people and there you were again by my side, it was day then but now I am in the darkness of the night

you awoke me from my sleep the vision that you sent me and your presence in my dream was so clear it was touchable real it scared me and I awoke, upon reflection I wonder wonder were you trying to help me or .....

like the thread that a spider spins
have you caught me in your sticky web
and will you haunt me forever in my dreams